Bass! How low can you go? Death row a brother knows again, back is the incredible Rhyme
The incredible D. Public Enemy one Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got Can't I tell 'em I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X
Now they got me in a cell, my records they sell a brother like me said "Well, a prophet and I think you ought to listen to he can say to you, what you ought to do"
Follow for now, to the people say "Make a D, pump the lyrical" is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all, we go again
Turn it up! tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never badder bad, 'cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact corrupt as a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it soap on a rope the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm inside music the critics are blasting me for They'll care for the brothers and sisters Now the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, on now They're gonna have to wait till we get it Radio Stations I their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if they this
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Get from in front of me, the runs to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from side to So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a
control, beat is the father of your rock n' roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya You call 'em demos, but we limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not of you Beat is for Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first said a deejay could be a Stand on it's feet, get you out your
is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, it can rock bells Ever forever, universal, it sell Time for me to exit, X-it
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
From coast to coast, so you stop like a comatose 'Stand, my The beat's the same with a boast dose Rock with some pizzazz, it will why you ask? Roll with the stars, still never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can Don't to wait, get the record straight Hey, in effect, got the Flavor Terminator X to sign checks, play to get
We got to it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and you Yeah, I'm you